Chris488

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Sorry for the double message. All I have to do is send in a character sheet and.. like.. write??

@Miss Reiya

No need to apologize - double messaging is fine here, I think.

You don't even have to submit a CS. The only rule is don't be rude... and the Rules of the Guild.

I look forward reading whatever you write!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@LadyAmber

Would Fiona be willing to accept some company? Anath Homura always enjoys conversing with newcomers.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

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The Goddess & Change

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The transformation was swift and subtle. Her shape changed suddenly, and she acquired another set of arms that sprouted along her shoulders. Scarlet sinewy flesh formed upon bone, soaking in sacred blood, soon becoming smooth skin, and afterwards shrouded beneath ethereal sleeves. Sorrow seemed fertile soil for four slender limbs. Loss. Suffering. Sacrifice. Sacred.

Anath Homura stayed silent as she slightly shifted again in her seat, adjusting for her additional appendages. She stared through her single eye - ruby-red and shimmering regret - at the various denizens, at the veneer of their surroundings, at the shared venue, a myriad of visions seen with her scrutinizing sight. She was... pleased she had the opportunity to speak with so many odd and magical people.

Re:Divinus VII

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Pride & Fear

The Sacred Septet

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"You have changed. The color blue was to be expected, I suppose." Pride said to her secluded sister.

Fear smiled. She smiled because she wanted to be brave. Those memories. She still mourned, and separated her mind from her sisters that had been saved from the ravaging touch of time. Reborn. Now she seemed to be reborn as well.

A strange ritual she found difficult to describe. She struggled to understand her feelings as well.

"I said I'd keep going..." The cerulean champion replied softly to the small Keeper of Keltra, staring at the skies above. The two of them stood upon the outer wall of their home, where winds gently brushed against them. There were clouds too.

"You should rest. She would surely say the same, and we're both aware that's true." Pride pointedly remarked. She peered at her sister, discerning all the differences in her appearance now. While the rest of their sisters were similar to their mother, Fear wore an alternate attire, and her features were blue instead of red.

The Archai that served them had begun calling Fear; the Blue-Bird Princess.

"When will Harmony restore their memories?" Fear asked, and Pride shook with agitation.

"Would you want to show them that?" The Keeper of Keltra inquired in an irritated tone, sighing afterwards. "Mother is speaking with another deity at the moment. Her spell is meant to separate us, but she's waning in strength. Something is happening in the world she wove and abandoned."

"Desire?" Fear asked, again seeking an answer. She wondered where her sister had wandered off to.

"Desire, of course." Pride muttered.

Re:Divinus VII

Freedom

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Nameless

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She rode the Solar Steed when she became weary after walking, comfortable even without the cushioning of a saddle.

The Rat of Remembrance was swift, always ahead of them and acting as an assuring sight to she whom had no name.

She sought her memories, those scattered fragments of her mind that she forsook. An abandoned aspect.
Hanging above her always, haunting her journey.

"My chest hurts." She said, yet they continued without halting. Her heart contained within was confusing her, indeed, confusion was a common occurrence for her now. She was without a home, though the companionship of the two spirits alleviated some of her sorrow. How she would not have survived without them was a worrying thought. Why were they helping her? Where did they come from?

Her stomach spoke angrily, and she realized she was hungry.

Without warning, an apple fell upon her head and rolled to afore her eyes, allowing her to catch the culprit.

"A falling fruit?" She asked aloud, annoyed and confused.

The Rat of Remembrance answered: "A blessing from your family, I think."

She ate in appreciative silence afterwards, contemplating the tasty boon. She wished her friend would tell her more.

When it rained, she sought shelter. She forged a fire, collecting charred skulls from a forlorn field that burned with ease for whatever reason. She would not complain since she would remain warm. She slept peacefully too, dreaming about the day she had her memories back.

She had begun to bury the dead that she discovered. There were many. Thousands upon thousands.

"Ea Nebel shall show these souls to the Path of the Dead." The Rat of Remembrance stated after the tenth funeral.

She buried another ten or so before her hand bled too much, and she stepped away.

She had honored such a meager amount. Why was war so swift to claim so much of creation? Why was she so weak?

"Do you think you are weak? Is that what we should call you?" The Solar Steed inquired.

Weak. It was not the name she desired. She did not know what name she desired. Desire seemed so strange to her.

"I'm going to call you Kyoko." The Rat of Remembrance chimed cheerfully, and continued onwards.

"Kyoko..." She said to herself, having a name now and happy.

Re:Divinus VII

Freedom

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Nameless

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Shadows covered her sight, concealing her surroundings when she woke.

Then the world was suddenly revealed to her with words repeating within her recoiling mind:

"Find the shards, reclaim your destiny..."

Lost and led by another abstruse aspect after her awakening.

Who was she? She asked herself, having no name.

Wandering the world, alone and afraid. She stumbled towards a solitary tree, and rested in the shade.

Where was she going? She wondered to herself - aimless and adrift.

She encountered two ethereal creatures; a rat and a horse. The two of them were strange since they could speak.

"I am the Rat of Remembrance." The rat said.

She bowed before the rodent, feeling a sense of reverence suffuse her.

"I am the Solar Steed." The horse said, and approached her.

She stood still, fearful, as the horse brushed against her body with its head, surprisingly gentle. Without hesitation, her hand began to stroke its mane.

"You're seeking your memories, sister." The soft words of wisdom coming from the smaller creature - a sage in the shape of a rodent.

Serenity seeped into her skin, and she sighed with relief.

"Where are my memories?" She asked again, aloud, her mind missing these precious pieces of the past.

The Solar Steed shook with joy and anticipation, nuzzling her nicely. She almost laughed.
Her emotions were an enigma, like lost lingering life.

"I will show you where..." The Rat of Remembrance replied, and scurried away.

So begun her journey...

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Blesses Blight@Crimson Crusade

A Night To Remember III

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"How jejune..." Anath Homura intoned with a hint of irritation as she stared at the second alcoholic beverage that had been proffered to her in such a brief period, and shook her head slowly. She was already accumulating cups despite drinking not a single drop, and thus her anger was difficult to dismiss this time.

Her hand hovered over the two cups and bottle before her which warped away afterwards; returned to their rightful places with a basic teleportation technique, and then she tilted her head with a curious look at the two behind the bar. She wondered whether it was a tradition amongst those that abandoned their homes to become bartenders? Was it merely coincidental?

Even after aeons, mortals left her bemused by their antics. Annoyed as well. Too much trivia and many mistaken views.

"Hmm... your divinity has been damaged - a shame. Why ask if I wanted a drink? Do you work here? How far have you fallen, far from home, forsaking your honor. Ah... I have no need to drink, but I believe I wish to rescue you, Daughter of Darkness." She said slowly in a solemn manner to the melancholic woman. Salvation was scarce, the world was relentless and savage to the spirit, yet as an adherent to honor, Anath Homura would aid this thief; this lost liar.

Her gaze turned to the man called Corbin, and her single ruby-red eye silently said she held differing sentiments towards him. She was insulted when he handed her whatever like she were a witless and indigent imbecile instead of an ancient and exalted entity. The stench of sin that suffused him held her tongue, the taste of his taint was worse than torture and yet the tavern told her that she should allow any and all to come and go. How truly tedious!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Blesses Blight@Crimson Crusade

A Night To Remember II

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"Shall you reimburse the tavern after shattering those glasses? Hmm... indeed; your chaotic conduct compels me to reprimand you since such boorish behavior is improper for a member of royalty." Anath Homura asked/stated, staring at the cup and bottle that she had been bribed with. This wayward woman was witless enough to offer whiskey as well, which also was another asset of the tavern that she was pilfering from without any shame or worry.

Adherent to honor, Anath Homura addressed the additional company that had come and joined this slightly crazy conversation: "I am Anath Homura, and I welcome you." She said to him, and she contemplated these two characters she spoke with, wondering why they were here. The two of them were certainly a strange species... though they possessed properties and aspects that she was aware were favored amongst the spawn of the shapers - their type of hunger, violence, and visage.

The Odyssey

>I don't make jokes regarding my withdrawal from projects or stories. To explain further, I have this and two PM roleplays going, one of which has yet to start, along with a pair of OCs I want to try writing a solo story with. As such, I need to prioritize. And I'd prefer to put this roleplay to bed willingly before my motivation inevitably suffers than let it go through a slow and prolonged death.

@Zyx

Then I'm saddened by the loss of this story, but I wish you the best with your other stories!

The Odyssey

Well, I'll waiting until after tomorrow to see if this is a joke.

Otherwise, I suppose it was fun writing with you all.